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It was later that day than usual, when Rienzi returned from his tribunal / to the apartments of the palace. As he traversed the reception hall, his / countenance was much flushed; his teeth were set firmly, like a man who / has taken a strong resolution from which he will not be moved; and his / brow was dark with that settled and fearful frown which the / describers of his personal appearance have not failed to notice as the / characteristic of an anger the more deadly because invariably just. / Close as his heels followed the Bishop of Orvietto and the aged Stephen / Colonna. "I tell you, my Lords," said Rienzi, "that ye plead in vain. / Rome knows no distinction between ranks. The law is blind to the / agent -- lynx-eyed to the deed."
"Yet," said Raimond, hesitatingly, "bethink thee, Tribune; the nephew of / two cardinals, and himself once a senator."